Wait For The Buzz;; 'reading' attempt, Growth.

[Masie]

Something had been different about her Father for several days, but young as she was the female could not find any understanding over what was going on with him. Eventually, the raptor allowed it to slip from her mind, additional curiosities pushing it to the back burner on the off chance more clues would come up to help her later on. Sadly, Owen left nothing extra forthcoming for her to deduce what was happening, if she was not sensitive than maybe she may have not even realized it. Did she even have any place to ask him what was going on? Better yet, did she even have the right speech to ask him! After-all, he had misunderstood what she wanted to know when her brothers were introduced to everyone else. Quickly she out grew what he'd taught so far, and even more swiftly she stretched out towards the burning desire to learn things that never fell into the realm of the knowledge of 'ferals' as the raptors were often called. Yet, she didn't even realize it was different, she didn't realize that she was different.

Father wanted to know what she had found, and she leaned back to make sure he could get the best view of them possible. Would he be able to teach her all the things she wanted to know about the things she had been going through for hours? Of course, sitting there she realized that the bigger question would be if she could convey what exactly it was that she wanted him to teach her. While she had fallen behind the growth of the others in size, in ability to kill prey? Masie had already nearly exceeded the ability of her siblings, her pack's tongue in intelligence of the kind valued by modern animals. Only every single bit of intelligence crammed into the tiny raptor was trapped there, limited vocab and vocal cords that just couldn't copy the modern language.

There was so much room for error here, but when he spoke she nodded. He got it this time right? Owen had always understood her in the past until that one time, and she couldn't help but worry it would happen again. "Left Here." looking up at him she chittered, tucking her arms to the front sides of her chest. "Plant" her head looked at the discarded pile, still looking for their relation to plant animals. "Mean." she nudged it again, repeating this as once more every single piece was all words she couldn't read.